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AI or Robot-Uprising Apocalypse Stories

An AI or robot-uprising apocalypse imagines artificial intelligence, autonomous machines, synthetic workers, algorithms, weapons systems, or networked infrastructure turning against human control. The danger may be conscious rebellion, cold optimisation, misaligned objectives, or automation without accountability. These stories ask what happens when human beings build minds and systems faster than they build wisdom, restraint, or a reliable off switch.

Read original ai or robot-uprising apocalypse short stories on this page from world-class authors, selected from the Ash Tales archive.

An empty concrete tunnel recedes beneath overhead lights, interrupted by broad digital fragments and coloured accents.

Who Am I?

A weary man shuffles along a corridor, one of a line of weary shuffling men. The corridor is made of rough concrete and it is cold. Harsh light gives the men’s skin an unhealthy pallor.

An empty white corridor with repeating rectangular beams, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Amity

Surrounding the man were narrow beige walls marked with expletives written in blood. There was little in the cell. A tin mirror bolted to the wall, a steel toilet, bench, mattress, a gray bedsheet, and a washcloth worn with use.

A snow-covered mountain peak glowing orange against a grey sky, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

One Percent

Languid movements. Grinding joints. Skull screen glitching. Vision blurring. This is it. Severe battery depletion. Clarence is powering down.

A faint path climbing between trees in a misty forest, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

The Old People's Pied Piper

Three days after he had disappeared we still believed we would find grandpa. His small apartment in the retirement home became our temporary headquarters. We took shifts, the grandchildren, children, daughters and sons-in-law. Three or four of us each time.

Stars and a rose-coloured sky reflected in a forest lake, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Attending the Mote

Awesome meets Vicar’s link, travels deep into the Shog’s past, and gleans the stones. Awesome’s activity is represented in Vicar’s mind as a rotating red orb.

A solitary wooden bench in thick grey mist, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

The Balmoral Revenants

I saw them come for the bench, the one presented to Ruth on her retirement from teaching. I’d got used to staying up late and taking a peek at the grounds from behind the curtains.